[Risk No. 284] Shay was sitting in a chair at a street corner not far from my house selling the local homeless paper. I purchased a copy and then asked her how my kids and I could pray for her. “For my daughter, Sierra, and the custody issues I’m facing.” – her words seemed almost planted on her lips in anticipation of the question. We held her hand and prayed over her and the situation with her daughter. Everyone has needs, not all will admit them to strangers – but when they do, we ought to be quick and diligent to take the needs to Jesus. He listens, He cares.